And now we have chapter five! I did want to touch on something here before I forget.

As I said in the last chapter, Harry's body doesn't have much magical power. This is more in relation to their stamina than anything else. It wouldn't be worth it if Harry was instantly powerful, the story would only be five chapters long.

While there will be a few bigger displays of magic coming up, those spells will take more than a little effort, and will push Harry and the horcrux to the edge.

On top of that, while the horcrux holds a lot of Voldemorts knowledge, it's overall demeanor won't mesh well with Harry until much later in the story.

The fact of the matter is, the horcrux is dark magic, so it lives off of negativity. Harry doesn't understand rage or anger because the times he has felt it have been quite short, with the horcrux absorbing most of those emotions shortly after they present themselves.

Anyways, that's enough from me for now, let's go on with the chapter.

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Seventy eight seconds.

That's the amount of time that Harry Potter had spent speaking with Death. A mere minute and some change, and yet time must have flowed differently in the in between world, because when Harry returned to his body, it was before a gruesome scene of torture.

The ugly nurse that had dragged him to the shock room was writhing on the floor as his body forced them to feel excruciating pain. He could feel his face stretched into a deranged grin as his hand was thrust out once more.

"Cruci-NO!"

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Ten Hours Ago

The steady buzz of the electric shocks in their system seemed dull, more dull than ever. It had been one month since their awakening in this vessel, and since then, they had come further and further in their development of magic.

It had started with sparks. The tiny flecks of light and warmth gradually became more and more numerous until there was enough energy for a spell. Once a spell was cast, well, everything increased exponentially.

The horcrux had begun with the easiest spell they knew. The first that they learned, a levitation charm. It was great for practice, because it would last until the horcrux ran out of internal magic. Once that threshold was reached, their overall internal magic capacity increased by a greater extent.

Now they were at the point where they could cast several spells before becoming exhausted. It wasn't a lot, but it was a jump from where they had started.

"You're all done for now miss Ella."

"Thank you ma'am."

Responding to the nurse with kindness was infuriating, but it had its perks. She gave the child better food for breakfast, eggs and sausage were better than a single apple.

At the same time, the horcrux was enraged at the fact that the nurse and doctor had destroyed her. Yes, her. The horcrux no longer remembered its name, only its history. Ella was now what they answered to, and while it pained them to have that name forced upon them, it was at the very least, still a name.

Ella sighed as she sat down in her room, left alone once again. Yes, it had been a rough few weeks, but it would all be worth it soon enough.

"Ignis."

A flame popped alight upon the tip of the child's finger. It burned steadily, as if it were from a lit candle wick.

While there were many spells that created fire, this was by far one of the most simple, and yet most dangerous to perform.

Most magicals knew of a flame charm that sent a blast of flame from their wand. The incantation was incendio, which translated to 'catch flame'. Ella had studied other fire spells in her past life, they were the first step into the dark arts.

Ella had developed an entire arsenal of fire magic. When she was a dark lord, she had held the capacity to create explosions on a whim, controll the steady blaze of fires that had been created by her death eaters, and even dabbled in conjuring Fiendfyre.

The flame charm was-in her own mind- the most basic of fire spells. It was simple and easy to use, and it was normally the only spell that many magicals ever learned in their lifetime.

But this spell was different. Ignis was at its root, an invocation. It was the basic name of an element, just like lumos, which conjured light.

Words of invocation were the basic blocks of spell crafting. By combining them, one could generate various effects. For example, 'igni lumen' would translate to 'fire light'. The spell would create a small amount of fire that only generated light, but wouldn't really burn.

Those who truly understood magic knew that the root invocation words, while simple, held the potential for disastrous creations. That was the reason Ella had been pulled into them.

The fire on her finger flickered, gently illuminating her face as it smiled grimly upon the tiny element. Tiny, yet powerful.

The pain on her skin registered after she extinguished the flame, but it wasn't the type of pain she expected. Certainly, she had burned before, and while the pain of the high heat matched with her other experiences, it didn't match with the torture the nurse and doctor used.

No, that was a different kind of burn. All the fire magic in the world couldn't mimic it.

Ella swore and sat herself upon her bed. She was determined to figure it out, and turn it into a weapon.

For now, the girl picked up an apple that the nurse had provided and began bouncing it like a yo-yo from her hand, pulling the fruit up just before it hit the ground.

The child allowed the fruit to fall again and again, snatching it up each time it was close to kissing the hard floor. With a bored yawn, she decided to do something more productive.

A simple transfiguration spell turned the apple into a muggle tennis ball, which the child began bouncing against a wall. The moment she heard approaching footsteps, she turned the ball back into an apple.

"What's that thumping sound?"

Ella blinked at the nurse. "I don't know miss… but I have to go to the bathroom."

The nurse nodded and led Ella to the bathroom. The child thanked her and entered the room, sitting down on the toilet as she continued to think.

If she wanted to, she could escape right now. She could kill the nurse and walk out as if nothing happened, but she wanted to make her tormentors suffer.

She would make them experience the same pain they forced upon her.

But in order to recreate that feeling, she needed the full experience it gave. She couldn't afford to become tired and lose her overall sense of feeling. She needed to stay fully conscious.

"Ma'am," Ella asked as the nurse escorted her back to her room. "When is the next operation?"

The nurse blinked. "I believe that the doctor had you scheduled around three o'clock, as usual. That's a few hours away."

The child nodded and thanked the nurse, allowing the woman to lock her door and leave.

"Glaceo."

A coin sized disc of ice formed in the child's palm. With a small flick, it shot up and flipped over itself in midair. Once, twice, three times… The shimmering ice dropped into the child's outstretched palm.

"Heads or tails…" Ella opened her palm to look at the shattered coin, before allowing it to melt and drip onto the floor.

The invocation that she had used was quite simple. All it really did was condense the water around her into a single mass, before freezing it all together. The ice charm was better in battle when used on terrain, as it could harden objects or make them slippery.

Ella laid herself down on her bed. Looking up at the ceiling, she continued to run mental calculations about the spell she wished to craft.

Words of invocation, arithmantic equations, runic arrays, all passed through her mind in the blink of an eye. Every bit of information she could bring back from her past life went into the theory of this single spell.

"I need more… I'm missing something…"

A knock came from Ella's door. "Time for treatment dear."

Ella blinked. "Already? It can't have been that long…"

"You must have been lost in thought. Happens to all of the residents. Let's go to the restroom before the procedure."

The child nodded and followed. In the bathroom, she sighed to herself before closing her eyes.

It was now or never. She needed the full experience.

"Vigilus"

The wide eye charm settled over the horcrux, and she exited the bathroom. A short walk to the shock room passed with no words between her and the nurse.

Ella climbed onto the bed and allowed the restraints to be snapped around her. The familiar mouthguard was shoved into her mouth.

"See you in a moment miss Ella."

The doctor pressed the nodes of the electroshock device to the childs forehead. As soon as they made contact, they began to shake and pull against the restraints. The nurse quickly grabbed the child's right hand as she slipped out of one of the straps.

The rapidly spasming fingers of the childs hand scratched into the nurses own hand, drawing a bit of blood as they found purchase and dug into the skin as hard as they could. The nurse hissed in pain and quickly redid the restraint, before clutching her hand with a look of pain on her face.

"That's never-"

The doctor cut her off with a look. "We need to continue. This is her last shock before tomorrows surgery."

The nurse nodded. "How long are we keeping her under?"

"The full minute. Keep her down."

The nurse nodded and redoubled her efforts, grasping onto the child's arm to prevent her from straining too hard against the restraints.

Unknown to the two holding her down, Ella was currently in a state that she could only describe as excruciating enlightenment. She could feel every bit of pain going through her body, lightning carving its way through her throbbing blood vessels, carving into the trenches that she could use to direct magic.

The burning bite of the energy was accompanied by the harsh throb of tightening and cramping muscles, her body spasming out of control and making each of her vessels joints cease.

But there was a soothing clarity that filled the horcrux as she experienced the pain. It drove her mad, feeling all of it, and yet being unable to figure out why it hurt, how it worked. She needed more. She needed to feel all of it.

Ella reached towards the pain, knowing that her unending hunger for its power could not be sated otherwise. As she felt her soul brush against it, she was wracked by unimaginable, excruciating pain.

It was truly electricity, but it was angry, uncontrollable. This was no magic lightning. This was the complete element, raw and unbridled.

It tore through Ella's mind, snapping through her memories and tearing them apart. She could see people but no longer remember names. She could feel emotions but she could not understand why.

Ella found herself struggling against the geyser of power as it carved through her mind and to her core. She knew it was dangerous. It could destroy her, and so she fought back.

The lightning raged against Ella's magic. She found herself recalling an elderly man with twinkling eyes, demonstrating a spell that split a lake in two. To her, this must have been what he felt like, standing against such a well of magical energy and willing it to disperse.

As the energy slowly began to dwindle in potency, Ella began to laugh. She could feel it converting to her own cause, adding to her magic and causing her confidence to swell. The soul fragment bathed in the power and absorbed all of it. Pain, relief, it all siphoned into her.

And she understood.

This was no wizarding prison, it was run by muggles. Muggles and their ever developing machinery. Their machine pumped electricity through a body, frying a person from the inside. It was a barbaric contraption.

Ella forced the electricity into a shield around her and watched as her vision returned.

The man in the labcoat, the muggle doctor, the man who had violated this body, looked at her stunned as her eyes cleared and she began laughing.

"What-"

Ella sat up and stared at the doctor, grabbing his forehead with a single hand. "I understand now. Fulgurcox."

The incantation spoken aloud was charged with much more power than the child intended. The first use of a brand new spell was bloody as electricity comparable to that of a lightning strike coursed through the doctor's system. One billion joules of power ripped through the doctors brain, causing his body to spasm as his eyes exploded, which was rapidly followed by the energy reaching his torso and reacting with his stomach acid. The mans body rippled and exploded, showering the room with gore as the childs red eyes shone with malicious glee.

"MONSTER!"

Ella turned to the nurse and thrust out a hand. "You're on my list too, Crucio."

The nurse collapsed and began writhing on the floor of the operation room, her mouth open in a soundless scream as the torture curse hit her full blast.

Ella's face stretched into a crazed grin as she began to giggle. It felt good to get her anger out. "Cruci-NO!"

Ella felt her body resist her command. The childs soul had woken up, and it strangely didn't care for her treatment of their shared torturers.

The childs eyes returned to an emerald green as Harry Potter spoke. "No… they don't deserve this."

"But they hurt us. They tore us apart! This is not the way a child should live!" The child spoke, as their eyes flicked back to red.

"They are just doing their job! They fix freaks like us!"

"WE ARE NOT A FREAK!"

The child fell to the ground, clawing at their skin. Jagged scratches were carved down their cheeks. "Get out of my HEAD!"

"Your anger is my life force child! You only serve to make this part of you stronger! Now sleep!"

The child's body calmed as their eyes returned to their blood red color. "That's better… now. To put an end to your pitiful existence. Fulgurcox!"

The nurse spasmed as Ella experimented with the spell, starting the power as low as she felt was reasonable. The nurse slowly began twitching and spasming as the magic of the spell increased, eventually meeting the same end as the doctor.

The child grinned as she walked out of the room. The only sign of the murder upon her body was the slight spatter of blood on her hospital gown.

The child snuck out of the emergency door at the end of her resident hallway, stepping out into the soft dry grass that surrounded the facility.

Ella smiled as she turned to the building. "And for the rest of the unfortunate souls in here. I'm sorry, but you'll all be burning. Maybe it's what you all wanted anyway…"

The child raised their hands in front of them. All of their magical exercises over the past few weeks had been for this. Minor spells and curses, those were easy. A firestorm charm would take everything within her to cast.

The child moved their hands forward as their red eyes sparked. "Igni… Igni oriri ventus… Ventus oriri igni… Igni Ventus Oriri!"

A stream of flames poured from the childs palms and began to circle the building. Great tongues of flame licked the facility and began to consume its structure, clinging to it as a hot sheet of plasma. The screams from inside were minimal, most suffocated by the roar of the growing blaze. Ella swooned as the building was reduced to ash.

"That… was more difficult than it should have been…"

The child stumbled away from the building and ran into a tree at the front of the entryway. They panted as their eyes flickered green. "No… not you… How did you recover so fast?"

"It was wrong to do that. You killed so many… you forced us to kill so many!"

The child's eyes continued to flicker as they clutched their head, stumbling into the road. The lights of an eighteen wheeler swiftly grew stronger as they stumbled out into the westernbound lane. Ella and Harry simultaneously gasped together as they saw the massive vehicle.

And then everything went black.

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And there we have it. The escape from the facility.

Like I said, Harry and Tom- now Ella… they won't start out insanely powerful. Yes, the firestorm charm is crazy, but you have to remember that the same charm was performed wordlessly by Albus Dumbledore after ingesting a whole lot of poison.

While the charm is powerful, it was only able to really be cast after the entire absorption of electricity from the shock therapy, on top of the consumption of Harry's anger with the Horcrux. If that didn't happen, they wouldn't have escaped.

Anyways, that's it for this chapter. And no, they aren't dead.

Until next time, adios.